We're heading directly into the maw. Straight through the flat plains of the all too well greased frying pan. Attempting to scurry past the revolving tread blocks of the great tractor tire that has crumpled so many souls before us like paper. The most massive, insatiable chasm from which no light escapes and yet no prosperity enters.
We're going to LA.
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